Control Freak
Alright, god damnit.
What is it about you? You love to get a girl all twisted and toppled.
I can't help who I am, but dammit why oh why do you need to entice me?
Ultimately, I don't mind it. But that's a lie.
In my world, I'd take you on. But it would have to be a grudge thing, you understand.
Why grudge? Because you drive me so fucking crazy, that's why.
I would love to have the time to do to you what you've done to me, triple-fold.
I think you know that I am a delicate flower (LOL) of emotions and sexual layers. I think you know that the longer and more suggestive you get, the more I crumble, shiver, quiver, and lose control of my... well, control.
I think you like it. To know what you say and do puts me in a place where I have the need to find some quiet time with alternate, or ride my husband madly after kids go to bed.
What? Am I wrong.
And that goes for you girls too, only you're not as pompous about it. Sometimes you women spark that bi-firecracker and there I am.... wretched in thought about flying far, far away just to see if what my imagination concurred is close to what reality would be. I'm super overly sensitive right now. On hyper-drive... tonight should be one hell of a night... thanks to you.
I still think a trip to Vegas is in order.
Tell anyone? Hell no. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas...
I think I should sit in my corner and consider that yes, I am a play toy.
I am a play toy....I am a play toy.
What is it about you? You love to get a girl all twisted and toppled.
I can't help who I am, but dammit why oh why do you need to entice me?
Ultimately, I don't mind it. But that's a lie.
In my world, I'd take you on. But it would have to be a grudge thing, you understand.
Why grudge? Because you drive me so fucking crazy, that's why.
I would love to have the time to do to you what you've done to me, triple-fold.
I think you know that I am a delicate flower (LOL) of emotions and sexual layers. I think you know that the longer and more suggestive you get, the more I crumble, shiver, quiver, and lose control of my... well, control.
I think you like it. To know what you say and do puts me in a place where I have the need to find some quiet time with alternate, or ride my husband madly after kids go to bed.
What? Am I wrong.
And that goes for you girls too, only you're not as pompous about it. Sometimes you women spark that bi-firecracker and there I am.... wretched in thought about flying far, far away just to see if what my imagination concurred is close to what reality would be. I'm super overly sensitive right now. On hyper-drive... tonight should be one hell of a night... thanks to you.
I still think a trip to Vegas is in order.
Tell anyone? Hell no. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas...
I think I should sit in my corner and consider that yes, I am a play toy.
I am a play toy....I am a play toy.
posted by Everything Nice at 9:01 PM
3 Comments:
Why Vegas? Did you know that what happens in Guam, also stays in Guam? Complete with the mouth-lock and throw away the key thing.
and you could never be a playTHING to me ... a playTOY, yes; thing, no. ;)
An excerpt from the Cranberries' song "Linger" seems appropriate:
"I swore, I swore I would be true, and honey, so did you.
So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand?
Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you?
But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?
Oh, I thought the world of you.
I thought nothing could go wrong,
But I was wrong. I was wrong.
If you, if you could get by, trying not to lie,
Things wouldn't be so confused and I wouldn't feel so used,
But you always really knew, I just wanna be with you."
To the ball, to the ball to the ball we go..'cause you can't be a pimp...if you don't have a ho...
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